The Motto
"Have you ever gotten to the point where you get sick and tired of sticking your cock into the same goddamned cunt?
"Well, that's the way I was feeling along about last March. It wasn't as though I didn't love Susie. Hell, love means a lot more than just wanting to luck somebody. At least to me it does.
"But Susie sort of had this idea that since I wasn't as interested in fucking as I had been on our honeymoon, that I didn't love her anymore. And she got to be sort of a bitch on the subject. So bad, that at times, I just didn't feel like going home anymore. But when you've got three kids that you love, and a wife that you love, and a house that needs to be paid for, you try to work problems out instead of just rebelling against them.
"We were in bed one night-Susie and I-when she moved over against me. To tell you the truth, I'd had a lousy day at work, and I was bone tired. I just didn't feel like fucking around. But I half-heartedly responded to her feeling around on me. But then the thought came into my mind: I was faking being excited, and why in the hell should I have to fake anything at all with my wife. Why not talk over what I was, or better wasn't, feeling?
"Susie sensed my preoccupation and she moved back to her side of the bed. 'You're just not interested anymore, are you?' she asked. And her voice sounded so goddamned sad that she made me feel like a heel.
"But here was my chance to bring our problem out into the open. I turned to her.
"'Susie,' I asked. 'Do you remember the first time we fucked?' She nodded.
"'Remember how excited we both were?' I continued. And the thought of that first screw with Susie got me all sort of excited. It had been so good, so wonderful, that I'd never had anything to compare it with. 'Well, let me tell you something,' I added. 'I love you just as much now, or more, than I did that night we first screwed around.'
"And I meant what I was saying. Susie and my first fuck hadn't been an 'in-the-sack-ten-minutes-after-we-met' luck. We'd been going together for almost ten months, and had already agreed to get married, before she let me stick my prick in that gorgeous cunt of hers. So when I said I loved her as much as I did then, it meant something.
"I think she realized that because all of a sudden the pouting look left her face. She looked at me and moved a little closer.
"'Is this all leading up to something?' she asked, and I could tell by her voice that she was willing to talk about our problem.
"'Yeah,' I answered, still a little hesitant to say what I wanted to. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was hurt her.
"'Well, go ahead,' she said. 'Let's get it out in the open.'
"I took a deep breath and started talking. 'The truth is, Susie,' I said, 'I'm bored. Sexually bored. And that doesn't mean I don't love you. It just means that I'd like to have some different experiences, some kicks. I want both of us to have them. You must be a little bored with me by-this time, too.'
"Sure enough, she started to cry. But I got her out of that fast. And after a reasonably short time, I got her to admit that she wasn't all that excited about my fucking her either. She just had always thought that love meant wanting to screw all the time. I got her out of that idea right off.
"Eventually, though, we- got around to talking about the real problem. 'What's your solution?' she asked.
"Again I took a deep breath. 'I think,' I said, not knowing how in the hell she'd take it, 'we ought to include other people in our sex lives.'
"You would have thought I'd hit her in the face with a tire jack. She just stared at me. Then, instead of crying like I thought she'd do, she started to laugh. 'You mean "swapping",' she said matter-of-factly.
"'I don't know what I mean,' I said. 'It's just that some guys at work are all the time talking about them and their wives fucking around with other people, and •they say it helps them at home. They don't fuck as often, but when they do, they want to.'
"Susie got out of bed. Marched out, as a matter of fact. For a couple of seconds I thought she was going to leave the bedroom, walk out of the house, and never be seen again. But that wasn't what she was up to.
"She went to the dresser drawer and pulled out a newspaper. Then she came back to the bed. She handed it to me. It was a copy of an underground newspaper that came out of Los Angeles, and the paper was opened to the personal ads section.
"'Look at the third ad down in the fourth column,' Susie said. I threw her a suspicious look and then looked for the ad she was talking about.
"'I bought the paper last week,' she explained before I could locate the ad. 'I just wanted to see how freaky Los Angeles was.'
"Susie's interest in Los Angeles stemmed from the fact that we were heading out there for our vacation in just three weeks. Actually, it was more of an obligation than a vacation. My mother and father had retired out there, and we were going to take the kids out to visit them.
"I found the ad. 'French Culture Club (and we don't mean paintings or cooking) has openings for broad-minded couples.' Weekly get-togethers. Visitors to the Southland welcome.' Then an address was given.
"'That means they suck,' I said to Susie. Christ, already, just from reading the ad, my cock was getting hard.
"'I know that,' Susie said. 'I thought it was interesting, but I didn't want to say anything.'
"Well, the result was we talked for another hour about whether we wanted to try the 'French Culture Club' when we were in Los Angeles. The decision was affirmative; in fact, affirmative to the degree that I had to hoist my ass out of bed and write a letter that very night.
"And then, brother, I got back in bed and fucked Susie for what seemed like four hours. We hadn't had a luck session like that in years.
"'See,' I said, when we finally were beat, 'it's working already.'
"'I'll say,' Susie said, and grinned as wide as she could. 'I think my pussy's going to be sore tomorrow.'
"I grinned hack. 'You say the nicest things, baby,' I said. We both laughed and finally went off to sleep.
"An answer from the FCC came in just ten days. It came in the form of a nice letter from a guy named Dave H-. He was, he said, the president of the club. And, he added, he would be glad to introduce both of us to the club. There was, though, a sort of initiation that new people had to go through, whether they intended being members for one week or for the rest of their lives.
"Dave concluded with the statement that if we were interested we should call him when we got to Los Angeles. And finally, a postscript said that their club was dedicated to the arts of the tongue. If we wanted to luck the standard old cock-in-the-pussy method, we had to save that for at home-or find another club.
"Susie and I talked the situation over and agreed that since we both liked to use our tongues on each other, it might be a real kick to use them on other people.
"'And,' Susie added. 'It's sort of nice reserving outright fucking for when you're alone. I mean you keep something for yourselves.'
"It was all set then. We'd call as soon as we hit Los Angeles. Mom and Dad would handle the kids white Susie and I were out licking and sucking.
"Let me tell you, the ride to California was the longest I'd ever taken in my life. Or at least it seemed to be. Or maybe I was just that anxious to get to Los Angeles. And the kids seemed extra noisy. All the time, noisy. I kept wishing I'd brought a rubber hammer along.
"But finally, we passed the border into California and I knew 'we were close. We only had the Mojave Desert and the huge sprawling suburbs of Los Angeles to get through.
"Of course, before we could get to the FCC, we had to go through the family routine. You know, the kissing and the long bull sessions about what everybody back home was doing. It was enjoyable, and it was great seeing the folks again, but if the truth be known I was anxious as hell to get on the phone and contact good old Dave.
"Finally, two days after -we arrived I managed to get off by myself and to a phone. I was sweating like hell while I was dialing Dave's number. It rang five times before it was answered. And Dave didn't answer. His wife did.
"I didn't know whether to say what I was calling about or just leave my name and tell her I'd call back. I didn't know if she knew what was going on or not.
"But the woman took care of that. After I stuttered around for a while, she laughed, 'You're calling about the FCC, aren't you?'
"'Yeah,' I answered. 'Is it all right to talk?'
"'For heaven's sake,' the woman, whose name was Katy, said, 'you act like we're doing something illegal.'
"'Isn't it?' I asked.
"Katy laughed. 'I guess it might be,' she said, 'but I don't think anybody's about to bother us.'
"Her tone of voice settled me down. I explained that I had sent the letter and Dave had invited this call.
"'I know all about it,' Katy said. 'And Dave gave me this message for you. You and Susie are to be at our house tomorrow night at eight o'clock. And be prepared to, be initiated.' Then she laughed again. She sure as hell was happy about things.
"I took the address and directions on how to get there. I was still nervous as hell when I hung up. But I wasn't alone. When I got back to the house and told Susie that everything was set, she started to shake right off. 'You sure we ought to go through with this?' she asked. She was having a case of cold feet.
"'If we don't at least try it,' I told her, 'we'll probably regret it all our lives. At least if we try it we'll have it out of our systems. And who knows, it might be great.'
"That was the front I put up, but the next night when I pulled the car in front of Dave and Katy's house, I was even more nervous than I'd been the night before.
"Susie was sitting right next to me, her arm wrapped around mine. Just as I was ready to get out of the car, she looked up at me. 'Kiss me once first, Steve,' she said.
"I don't know what I was expecting, but after we rang and the door was opened, I was glad we came. Dave and Katy turned out to be damned good-looking people. Susie and I had discussed the possibility that everybody in the club might be old and fat, and that would be a hell of a turnoff. But Katy was one damned fine-looking woman. More full-bodied than Susie, but good-looking. She was the type of woman you'd call stacked. And she had beautiful, shoulder length auburn hair. The kind you just like to run your hands through while you're running your tongue over a big set of tits and into a nice, warm, juicy cunt.
"I could tell that Susie wasn't disappointed either. Dave was more than a decent-looking guy.
"'Nobody else will be here until nine,' Dave said. 'We thought it'd be good to get you, here early so we could get acquainted. And to get a couple of drinks under both your belts.'
"Both Katy and Dave were so damned nice and easygoing that my nervousness sort of melted away. I liked both of them, and was slowly warming up to the fact that we'd be switching partners in less than an hour.
"And as I looked over at Susie, I knew from the way her conversation was getting more and more animated that she was feeling the same.
"I kept glancing at my watch while we were sitting there talking and drinking. Finally, after my fiftieth glance, Katy laughed. 'Are you nervous or just anxious" she asked.
"'Both,' I admitted. 'I feel like a kid who's never had a fuck.'
"Finally, the doorbell started ringing and people started showing up. By nine-thirty, there were twenty people in the room, including Susie and myself. And they were a pretty good-looking group of people. Course, there were a few weeds in the garden, but not enough to bother anybody.
"After everybody had been served a drink, Dave stood up and made a little speech. Susie and I were introduced. Dave told us to stand up and we did. We'd been told earlier that part of the initiation was that we had to do anything anybody told us-anybody.
"So Susie and I stood up, both feeling sort of sheepish. And then the next thing we were told to do really threw both of us.
"'You might as well get out of- those clothes,' Dave said. 'So we can get a good look at you.'
"Now I'd never stripped in front of a mixed group in my life. I mean, at least a mixed group that was assembled for only one thing: sucking. But I'd been told to do it, and if I wanted to be in the ball game, I had to obey the rules.
"I looked at Susie and knew she was feeling the same way I was. And when she saw me reach for my belt buckle, she started the long, hard trip to total nudity.
"'We'd like to see a good old-fashioned sixty-nine between you two,' Dave said when Susie and I were down to the buff. I have to admit that I had a hard on already.
"I walked over to Susie and took her in my arms. I kissed her hard, forcing my tongue into her mouth. That always loosened her up a little. Then I started to slide slowly down her body, letting my tongue run all over her neck, her breasts, down her belly, lower, until I nuzzled into her pubic hair. And then I reached up and spread her legs far enough so that I could get my tongue to her cunt lips. I ran my tongue over them, feeling the wetness. Susie was already excited.
"Then I stood up. Susie started in on me. Her tongue washed over my chest, teasing the nipples, then down my belly, into the hair, and then, wham! she took my cock into her mouth. All the way. She got a round of applause from the crowd for that. They were attentive.
"She eventually stood up and we grabbed each other once more before getting down on the floor in a sixty-nine position.
"I made the first move. I stiffened my tongue and forced it as far as I could up into Susie's cunt. She moaned and twisted on my tongue and then reached for my cock with her mouth.
"It was amazing how goddamned easy it was to give head in front of people. You weren't even aware they were there after a short time. Susie sucked on my cock, licking my balls, sucking on them gently, running her tongue down on that soft area between my balls and my asshole, and then back to the cock. All the way down the throat.
"And I wasn't any slouch either. Susie had the greatest tasting cunt in the world. I already told you she was juicy from excitement. Well, the more I licked and sucked on her cunt, the wetter and the juicier she got, and the more excited.
"I alternated on her snatch, first ramming my tongue up into her, moving it around as much as possible, then pulling out and very gently grabbing her clit with my teeth. Just a gentle bite or two, followed by a good washing of her cunt lips with my tongue. She was really enjoying it. And when I moved farther back on her and started to tease her puckered little asshole with my tongue, she just about went out of her skull. And it gave her an idea.
"The next time she was working down from my cock to my balls, to that tender little area down there, she went still farther. She rimmed my ass. Bigger. than hell she rimmed my ass. Didn't stick her tongue in or anything like that, but she licked the outside. It was a wild feeling. I think I enjoyed the idea that she'd do it to me more than the actual feel I got from the rim.
"I was just getting into the swing of things when Dave sort of pulled us apart. Let me tell you, he had trouble getting us to stop.
"The initiation so far wasn't too bad, and the fact is it never did really get rotten or anything. Just exciting.
"The next thing on the agenda was for Susie and me to give head to two of the people in the room. Total strangers. Or at least almost total. Our first venture in the game.
"Dave, as president, claimed the 'honor' for himself and Katy. That didn't bother me one bit. I'd been champing at the bit since I'd been there to start in on that beautiful body of Katy's.
"The whole group moved to the master bedroom, where there was the biggest bed I'd ever seen in my life. Honest to pete, it was huge. It made even a king-size bed look small. It had to be custom-made.
"Katy stripped down and sat on the end of the bed. 'Novice,' she said, 'lick my pussy.'
"Christ, I just about shot off when she said that. I moved toward her and got down on my knees. She was sitting there with her legs spread, her pussy wide open for my tongue.
"I didn't waste any time. I shoved my tongue right up into the neat little hole. I felt the muscles of her cunt grip at my tongue. Christ, she was talented with that cunt of hers.
"After I'd washed my tongue all over her pussy, she pushed my head away and boosted herself up on the bed. She laid flat out and with a hand gesture indicated I should get busy.
"Before I got back to licking and sucking on that full, lush body, I glanced over at Susie. She was hard at work on Dave. He, too, had stripped off his clothes and was lying on his back on the bed, his hands behind his head. Susie was leaning over him, working like hell with her tongue on his balls, on his cock, up his belly. She looked like she was having a ball.
"But I had action of my own, so I got started. I was determined that I was going to do such a good job of eating out Katy's cunt that she'd do nothing but come and then come again.
"I licked, I sucked, I kissed and bit. Everything. And Katy moaned and groaned and twisted around on that bed like she was having the time of her life.
"It took me about ten minutes of sucking to get her first rocks off. She moaned louder and I worked harder, moving as fast as I could at her cunt, with my teeth on her clit. Then sucking on the clit until she arched her back, moaning like somebody was killing her. She grabbed my head and mashed her cunt against my face. I worked my tongue furiously in her until her whole body shuddered. Wave after wave went through her body as she had a really giant come. I was so damned proud of myself I wanted to stand up and accept a medal.
"But I wasn't done with the initiation yet. And neither was Susie. Not by a long shot. We licked and sucked on so many people, and in turn got licked and sucked by so many other people, that when we headed home, we were the two most tired, but happiest, couple in the world."
Undoubtedly one of the most common expressions that one hears in the modern, helter-skelter, streamlined, rat-race times is the complaint: "I'm bored." It is often veiled in other terminology ("It's been a long week-and it's only Monday"; "What time is it?"; "It's a drag": "I wish we could go somewhere [we haven't been]"; "Yawn!"), but the meaning is unmistakably the same.
The reasons for such seemingly universal ennui and tedium can be probably honed down to no more than two in number, into which all the proffered excuses must invariably fall. The first reason is that within a system where the ethic is one of Darwinian "survival of the fittest," or "dog eat dog," the average man or woman has little time for anything other than struggling to survive; the member of such a system cannot afford to do anything other than try to make a living, and more often than not he is making a living by doing something he is totally disinterested in. The second reason is that, again, within such a system where specialization is considered to be the prime "survival weapon"-with the wages received being the "ammunition"-a man's sphere of interests is perforce limited to stringing telephone cables, digging ditches, editing material that deals with nothing other than the various functions and dysfunctions of motorcycle carburetors, selling brushes, or balancing financial statements at a pet-food factory, to list but a few "specializations." And this compartmentalization of "interests" and "knowledge" reaches even into the arts and sciences: there are art frame "specialists" who know nothing about art, there are ad copy "writers" who have never read a book in their life, there are ballet slipper designers who have never seen a ballet, there are poets, and "poets," and "limerickers"; there are optometrists, occultists, and opticians, there are ear-nose-and-throat specialists and dermatologists and proctologists. There are splinters and wedges of men galore; there are very few well-rounded, or "multiinterested," individuals who have no tithe to get imbedded in the morass of boredom, who cannot get so imbedded, because they are too busy rolling rapidly over boredom froth one interest to another, and still another.
J. C. F. von Schiller commented in his Die Jungfrau von Orleans (Joan of Arc):
Against stupidity the very gods Themselves contend in vain.
Almost a century later, Nietzche, in his The Antichrzst, paraphrased Schiller. He wrote: "Against boredom even the gods themselves struggle in vain."
Equating boredom with stupidity might be somewhat harsh-particularly in cases where boredom is concurrent with the performance of duties essential to the previously mentioned survival-however, in cases in which boredom is the state of oppressing blankness that fills one's leisure time it would be neither harsh nor false to equate boredom with ignorance.
Among the first recorded words of the subject of this case history, Steve I-, are the words "sick and tired of… " The next case in this study finds the subject, Kristi T-, stating: "Heading that list [of things she doesn't like] is boredom… " Neither of the two subjects appears to consider the fact that it is not so much "the run of the mill" sex with one and the same partner that is responsible for his and her boredom, but rather the absence of any individual interests and interests in common outside sex. In other words, the only meeting ground that was common to both Steve and his wife Susie was the bed, and having no avocational involvement in anything, it is not surprising that their minds turned toward the idea of breaking the boredom with which they were taken by seeking more sex and with others.
The fact that their orgiastic involvement with the West Coast "club," with which they got in contact via an ad in one of the underground papers, and which was apparently formed by Dave and Katy, did not eliminate their boredom is supported in the following portion of the subject's narrative where he states that after returning home from their "vacation" things got worse. And this, of course, prompted them again to get away from the boredom of their sexual life by seeking another form of sexual outlet, i.e., an outlet outside their marriage.
This type of reasoning for "escaping from boredom" could be compared to the reasoning of (for example) a service-station attendant who gets bored with pumping gas in a residential neighborhood, where he only comes in contact with the same old neighborhood coupes and sedans, and decides to get transferred to a downtown service station where he will have a variety of vehicles to service. Or of a man who gets tired of getting in and out of his own car whenever he feels like going for a drive and tries to solve his problem by renting a different car whenever he has the chance. Or of a commercial artist who finds drawing single-frame cartoons "a drag" and turns to creating comic strips. True, in two of the preceding examples the state of boredom is concurrent with making a living; even so, the escape is misdirected and brings the bored individual in a roundabout way back to the problem he had in the first place.
Which appears to be exactly the case with the subject of this case and his wife. It is true that during their involvement with the first "club" they experienced an escape feeling from the ritual of their daily living; it is true that physically they were pleased with the hedonistic affair. It is also true, however, that these feelings of escape and pleasure were of a temporary nature and of a nature that did neither solve the oppressiveness of their boredom with each other nor improve their state of happiness (an emotional condition as opposed to pleasure, a physical or physiological condition); if anything the first venture into group sex-limited though it was to oral copulation because of a somewhat peculiar "code of ethics" of that particular club-if anything, then, This first venture imbued them with a stronger feeling of restlessness and discontent with each other. The fact that immediately after their experiences with oral sex at Dave and Katy's house, the subject claims to have had an extraordinarily satisfying coital union with his wife suggests that they were voyeuristically and exhibitionalistically affected by the mass orgy in which they had participated, and that it was the image-memory of that orgy that had aroused them to a plateau where, for a moment, they forgot their boredom with each other.
As the last portion of Steve I-'s narrative reveals, this image-memory was of a temporary nature and before long, upon their return home, they realized that they again had to seek out a "club" to cater to their desire to become involved with strangers.
It is probably the search for the new and the novel as a means of improving the old that prompts a great many dissatisfied couples to embark into the world of specialized sex clubs; unfortunately, in spite of the subject's comment that he and his wife have found what they wanted, the new and the novel shortly becomes the old and the boring, and the search must start out anew.
"For the first couple of days after our 'suck' night, Susie's and my reactions were the same. We both were glad we had gone through it, but it seemed sort of sordid. You know, too freaky to be believed. But as time passed, and things settled back into a routine, the night we'd spent at Dave's and Katy's house became more and more an exciting memory. And by the time it was time to leave California and head back home, we were almost to the point of regretting that we didn't have one more chance to go back.
"But we didn't. We just packed our bags, tied the kids in the back, seat, kissed everybody good-bye-about a thousand times-and then headed home.
"It was funny, but every time I thought of that night of really far-out sex, I'd get a roaring hard on. It had worked. I mean, that same night, despite having come in several different broads mouths, I got hold of Susie and we fucked for what seemed like hours. It was great. I guess it was the feeling almost of frustration of having only mouth action and never being able to have that great feeling of sliding my cock into a tight, warm pussy that got me so damned hot.
"Anyway, we got back home and things settled into the same old rut. Only now it was even worse, because we were aware of exciting things happening in other places.
"It got to the point we both, Susie and I, figured we'd have to do something or else go nuts. And our solution was simply to start a suck club of our own.
"Now, knowing where we were living at the time makes the prospects of starting a suck club pretty remote, but remember, I already told you that some guys where I was working were already doing a little swapping. So I figured that if there were people around who liked to swap, there were probably just as many who'd like to suck, kiss, lick, and bite.
"We called our club SKLB, for the aforementioned 'suck, kiss, lick, and bite.' We put an ad in the local daily paper, using about the same wording as Dave's ad in Los Angeles. Would you believe that we didn't get one legitimate answer. Those that did answer thought we'd be having evenings of tea and discussion of Impressionist paintings. Holy shit!
"So that's when I snuck into the one 'dirty book store' we had in town and bought one of those 'swingers' newspapers.' Had to damned near wear a disguise to go into the place. The minister of our church lived right down the street from the place-and he's always preaching against it-so if he'd caught me, my whole family would have been dead.
"But he didn't. I got home, and Susie and I started to look through the ads. We found only one that was listed for a location that was anywhere near a reasonable driving distance away. About a hundred and fifty miles. So I dropped a letter to the address.
"We didn't get a letter back; we got a phone call back. Within three days of our mailing our letter. The guy who called gave his name as Tony and said he had a turkey ranch out in the sticks, so if Susie and I wanted to, we could visit and do just about anything we wanted without any worry about being caught.
"That sounded all right to me, but the thing that bothered me was the sound of the guy's voice. He didn't sound like the type of guy who would turn Susie on. So I made the deal with him that if Susie and I did come and that if either of the couples wanted to back out, there'd be no hard feelings. Tony agreed readily.
"We made arrangements for the following weekend. Got a baby-sitter and the whole mess. Saturday found us on the road, heading for a turkey farm. I was more than a little afraid that the whole weekend would end up being a turkey.
"Boy, was I wrong. We had a ball. Pardon the pun. But before we could start having fun, we had to drive through some of the worse terrain I'd ever seen. And the goddamned road we were on wasn't much better than a cow path. Now I understood why Tony had been so precise in his instructions on how to get to the ranch. All I could think of was how did they find the place to buy it? And how in the hell did they get their turkeys out?
"Tony and Diane's house was a seventeen-room mansion that was unbelievable. Out in the middle of nowhere. And it was beautiful. Susie couldn't even talk for about a half hour after we got there. That's how impressed she was.
"And when I asked Tony how he got his turkeys out, without any hesitation he pointed to a hangar and said, 'We fly 'em out.' A goddamned refrigerated plane!
"Diane was thin, but she still had a decent size set of tits. And a good Set of hips. Nice and lush. She was a pretty gal. I was champing at the bit to get my mouth working on her, and I could tell that Susie wasn't hesitant about attacking Tony either. Also, on the other side of the coin; I was sure there weren't going to be any refusals on their part about giving me and Susie a few jollies either.
"We didn't do anything all Saturday afternoon except talk, look around the place and drink. The sex activities were set for that night, after dinner. And then Tony dropped the bombshell. All the domestic help was gone, he said, so we would be able to start in right during the meal. Then he suggested we all come to the table bare-ass naked. It sounded like a fine idea to me.
"Susie and I held hands as we walked down the staircase and through the large hallway toward the dining room. The tiles felt cold on our bare feet, and despite knowing that nobody but Tony and Diane were around, we were a little embarrassed about walking stark naked through all that fanciness.
"But as soon as we got to the dining room, we weren't embarrassed at all. Tony was standing by the bar, mixing drinks for the four of us. When he turned around, I couldn't help but notice that he had the biggest fucking cock I'd ever seen in my life.
"I turned right off toward Susie and her eyes were as big as saucers. She was ready!
"And then my part of the suck feast walked in from the kitchen. Diane was wearing nothing but a little apron that didn't hide a thing. And she looked so damned cute I wanted to grab her right there.
"I got the biggest surprise of my life after the drinks had been served, after we'd made a toast and then sat down to the soup. As soon as I was settled I felt this body sort of move up between my legs. And before I could even react, my legs had been spread and some mouth was sucking on my cock.
"I glanced over at Susie and from the look on her face, I could tell that she was having fun, too.
"I was just about ready to pull, up the tablecloth and look under the table when Tony spoke up. 'No fair looking,' he laughed. 'That's part of the fun. Not seeing who's taking care of you all during dinner.'
"Can you believe that I went through four courses, coffee, and dessert, and all the time somebody was licking on my nuts, sucking on my cock, rimming my ass, and doing a lot of ether great things. It was the best dinner I'd ever had, and believe me, I couldn't tell you one thing I ate.
"Finally, after the dessert had disappeared, Susie's and my benefactors were brought out from under the table and introduced. They were Diane's sister, named Donna, and her husband, Rick, who was the manager of the ranch. They too were a fine-looking couple.
"After the introductions, we were all ushered into the den, where drinks were served and a couple of joints were lit. It was the first time in our lives, that Susie and I had ever had pot, but we figured, what the hell, might as well try it.
"We did, and it was great. We didn't get really stoned, just got high enough to have everything sharpened for us. Like the touch of lips on my cock just about shot me up a wall after I'd had that pot. That's how good it was.
"After about an hour we adjourned to the bedroom. The place was fantastic. Mirrored from top to bottom, and even on the ceiling. Christ, it was like the whole world was watching you.
"Like I told you, we all were already naked, so it didn't take long before the action started once we got in the bedroom.
"I saw Tony head right for Susie and kiss her hard. Then he put his hands on her shoulder and gently eased her to a kneeling position. Then as soon as her mouth was on the same level as his cock, he lifted that monster and started to shove it at her. She took as much as she could, and honest to pete, it was only half gone. That's how big it was.
"I headed for Donna. Diane was just a little thin for me, but Donna was gorgeous. She looked exactly like her sister, only her body was fuller and lusher. She was a knockout. And she'd been the one who'd sucked on me all during dinner. So I owed her a few favors.
"I spread her out on some cushions that were on the floor. Then I started in on top and went right down the line. Her neck, her tits, her belly, cunt hair, down her thighs, her calves, and even her feet. Then I turned her over and started up the back of her legs, all over her ass, with just a quick dip of the tongue into her asshole, then up her back, into her ears. Man, it was a wild around-the-world, and I could tell she was enjoying it no end.
"I stopped for a few seconds, just to get my wind before starting in on the serious sucking. Everybody in the room was pretty well occupied. Susie was still working on that cock of Tony's, and he had his finger pushed up into her cunt.
"Rick and Diane were sixty-nining like crazy on the bed. I glanced up into the ceiling and could see everybody's reflection. It was the wildest thing I'd ever seen in my life.
"But I had something of my own to occupy my time. I dove between Donna's thighs and landed with my tongue straight up in her pussy. She was wet and juicy already and my tongue slid up into her easy as pie.
"I lifted her legs up, spread them and opened up that cunt to my tongue. I leaned over and started lapping. All over the lips, straight in as far as I could push it, and then back to the clit. She was a great-tasting broad. The best I'd ever had, including Susie, but don't tell her.
"Donna wasn't having any more of the solo performance though. She reached down and pushed my head away from her, then she got hold of my cock and pulled on it until I'd moved around.
"I settled down with my cock about an inch from her mouth. She reached over and took the whole fucking thing down her throat. In one swallow. That girl was one hell of a cock-sucker.
"I stuck my face back up against her pussy and we really went to town. Oh, Jesus, it was wonderful. I felt Donna come one time after another while I was sucking on her. And she had me near the peak too, although she was such a good cocksucker that she seemed to sense just when I was about to shoot off. She'd back off then and let me settle down a little. She wasn't about to have the evening end too early.
"This sucking and licking by couples went on for a long time, but then Tony started to change the script. He got down on his back and told Susie to sit on his thee. And while he was washing out her cunt with his tongue, he called Diane, his wife, over to him.
"I glanced over when he called and saw him stretched out on his back, his big hard cock standing straight up in the air.
"Diane went over there, pulling Rick along with her, and settled her pussy right down on that cock of her husband's. Christ, I'll bet that damned thing was just about pushing against her lungs, that's how big it was.
"Rick pulled in close and stuck his cock in Diane's face. She swallowed it with no trouble at all.
"That's when Donna nudged me and with a nod of her head indicated that we should go over and join the group.
"I didn't know where to start. But I decided that I wanted to get a taste of my wife. Her cunt was busy, but her asshole wasn't. I knew with a little maneuvering I could get at it, and she'd dig that the most.
"I got down on all fours, trying my best to get my tongue at Susie's asshole. Almost immediately, somebody was sucking on my cock. I turned around just long enough to see that Donna was back in place, wrapping her lips around the full length of my cock and moving her head furiously back and forth.
"Rick pulled his cock out of Diane's mouth and moved behind Donna. He squatted down and shoved his cock against her. I about shit when I realized that he wasn't fucking his wife in the cunt; he was shoving his pecker right up her ass.
"But I had more important things to think about than seeing some guy ass-fuck his wife. I turned back and started looking for Susie's asshole again with my tongue. She must have sensed what I was after, even with her back turned to me, because she moved back as far as she could. Finally, I could feel my tongue touching that little hole. Just reaching it. Then she moved back farther, and I got the tip of my tongue inside her asshole.
"That immediately gave her a huge come. Her whole body rocked with pleasure she was having. And me too. I came. Just from seeing Susie so excited, plus the pleasure of having my cock sucked so fucking well, I felt the come shoot out of my cock and into Donna's mouth. Hell, that didn't mean the end of the evening, it was just the beginning. When you're as turned on by things as I was that night, you're good for at least three good comes.
"Everybody, almost like on cue, seemed to shoot off about the same time Susie and I did. Diane was next after me. She still was impaled on that huge dong of her husband's and pretty soon she was thrashing around like she was crazy.
"Rick was next. He pumped his come right up his wife's ass. She liked that. She came almost as soon as he was finished. In fact, the only guy who didn't come was Tony. But he had his turns later on.
"My throat was so dry from all that sucking that I got up and went to the bar they had set up in the bedroom. I made Susie and myself drinks, and ended up as bartender for the whole group.
"We all got our drinks and sat around, resting up for the next bout. Susie and I were about to be the center of attention, all by ourselves.
"I guess you noticed that with all the sucking activity, when it came to outright fucking, the guys always went with their wives. Which was the way Susie and I wanted it. And now the group wanted to gee Susie and me fucking.
"For some reason, with all those mirrors, and with that whole group just sitting around watching while I started to fuck Susie, I was really turned on. I don't remember my cock ever being harder. And Susie was really wound up, too.
"I fucked her on her back, on her side, poised on her hands and knees. Every way I could think of. And it was a wild fuck. The best. Susie shot off at least five times, and when I finally got my rocks off it was so tremendous that I Just wanted to stay in that warm, wonderful cunt for the rest of my life.
"Susie and I got a small round of applause after our performance. And then it was Tony's turn.
"He made some comment about our group being basically a 'suck' group, and then proceeded to do something I had never in my fucking life seen before. He just started bending over, and the son of a bitch started sucking his own cock. I told you it was long, but Jesus, I'd never heard of anything like that.
"As soon as it was hard, though, Diane took over. She knelt in front of him, with her arms stretched wide away from her body, and she let Tony use her mouth like a cunt. He held on to her head and fucked furiously away at her mouth. I don't know how Diane took that punishment, but she seemed to enjoy it.
"A couple of more joints and a couple of drinks later and Rick and Donna took to the fucking couch.
"When they were finished, I was feeling hot again, so I headed for Diane. She was the only one I hadn't sucked on. Her pussy was smooth and gorgeous, and with me being less than really hot, I worked nice and slow and steady on that cunt, building her up to one come after another. I was enjoying her enjoyment.
"The night finally ended with everybody really exhausted. We just plopped down where we were and went to sleep. Susie and I were cuddled like a couple of kids. But Susie did make one comment before we fell off to sleep. 'I'm glad,' she said, 'that you're the one who belongs to me.'
"I guess I don't have to tell you that Susie and I went back to that ranch every chance we got. And the group got bigger and bigger. In fact, one weekend there were thirty-four people there. You've never seen fucking and sucking like that in your life.
"In fact, that club of ours got to be such a way of life for us, that we decided to move closer to the action. Tony got me a job, better than the one I had before, and now we're only about a half hour from all that great sucking action. And Susie and I are happier with our married life than we've been since the honeymoon.
"We've had only one bit of trouble ever since the club has been going on. This one broad came with her husband, and right off she started to bad-mouth the whole scene'. She threatened to call the police-hell, it would have taken them a day and a half to get to the place-and called us all perverts and rotten things like that.
"But we got even with her. And it was just up her alley. That gal ended up sucking off every guy there. Twelve of us, if I remember right. And she didn't just suck for a couple of seconds and then move on to the next guy. She sucked each of us until we shot off down her throat. That fucking broad must have swallowed at least a quart of come. And when she was finished, she wasn't bad-mouthing anymore. In fact, she was begging for more cock.
"It's really strange the way people react to our club. She was the worst. But other people, who liked the idea at first, when it got around to performing, were so shy that they virtually had to be forced. But once they got the hang of it, everything was fine.
"I guess it's just the way everybody was brought up. To hide how they feel and the things they'd like to do. That's not Susie's and my problem anymore, and we're sure a hell of a lot better off."
The optimism of the subject's last comment cannot be shared within the context of reality except in a strictly temporary sense. An arrangement such as the subject, his wife, and members of the "turkey ranch" club have will eventually either run into legal difficulties or will feel the oppressive shadow of boredom being cast even over its strongly hedonistic atmosphere.